A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born

was the one who picked the name for his

building with windows that had a

of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking

was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery

stood by the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the

had almost given up on

alive. He had lived two months longer than the doctor

behind him with a glass of

to take the medicine,”

he

he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day.

nose twitched when he

said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans

also her favorite food,” Mark

moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about

Mark heard this, he began to fumble

stopped and shook his

he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her

better not call her,” he

didn’t have to give Cecilia too

he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a

him and swallowed them without

nurse came in to help put on

was done, Mark looked sideways at

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This

to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia

had almost given up

had lived two months longer than

glass of

for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

like he had not heard

there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very

when he heard

immediately broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated,

also her favorite food,”

a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How

heard this, he began to fumble in

then, he stopped and shook his

did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she hated

better not call her,” he

give Cecilia too

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you

the medicines from him

and a nurse came in to help put

Mark

got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about

dreamed of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia

was much like that

for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got caught

fact, this Cecilia in his dream was

gently stroked his

point, Mark woke

walls of the hospital room were

closed his

he needed to have more

warm in the ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a

gone to buy the pumpkin pies by

foreign nurse was

return home. He missed

food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was

he knew he couldn’t change anything

he would never give up as long as

continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would never

was determined to stay strong

it difficult to go

up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He

grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in a blink of an

he wanted to go there

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought of his

back to the hospital

into a snowstorm on his

pies are still warm,” he

then, he saw the paper planes Mark

neatly arranged the paper planes

have some of

only actually

not more than

put down the spoon because

eyes

want to go back home and have a family reunion,” he said

Angela’s Library

Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see

about it, Mark’s phone rang. It

now, it was around 4 a.m.

the caller ID. For a long

it. Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in a low

into a

boy,”

the phone. It was an international call, so

voice sounded a

“Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name

a girl that had

so violently that

said, “Mark, Edwin

Mark closed his eyes.

take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what,

knew that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark

had sacrificed too much in the first half of his life. He

and put down

of the call, he never even dared to ask to speak to

been standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since

“What happened?” he asked.

bed in silence. After a while, he looked up

hear this and

said with a

on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is a very

in agreement and began to stroke one of the paper planes

really wanted to fly back home to see Cecilia and

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glance

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